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Be Me, I Dare You
A warning to possession.
To the demons chancing claim of skin: I dare you to take this body, and dare you to take this mind.
Better yet, I beg of you, to claim each for a ride.
Would you like to suffer reason?
Suffer sound of self each second?
Or rather suffer thoughtless sense,
Even you could not have reckoned?
I bare your sense to be.
Aware to some degree.
While others often fail to see,
There's more to their own glee.
Which host would you endure?
A former or a latter?
If not of thought you would prefer,
Ignore me and my matter.
Copyright ©
Beej Simrov
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